The Secretly Rich Man Novels & Stories

At my age and my looks, it's unbelievable that I have that kind of billions in the passbook that Mommy left me and in the span of time I only noticed and understood such things. Maybe this is the right time for me to know my wealth that was hidden and I know what I will do now. After all the time it took and the bad things I experienced as a trader, this is the replacement for all my hardships. The vice president glanced at me then returned the papers. I secretly read his name and it was Mr. Jedizon Dela Fuente. I nodded as I read his name. "Mr. Fermindoza, leave me these documents of yours and I'll take care of them all day long. I'll just photocopy them so you can leave the copies."

She asked again, trying but failing to keep her voice firm. “I just want to remind you of our deal.” “I know. Twenty million. I still don’t have that kind of money,” she said, feeling the unshed tears sting the back of her eyes. “I know you don’t have the money, but it’s right at your disposal. Anyway, I’m calling because I just did another research and found something interesting,” he said with excitement. “Xavier Roman is actually the richest man in this state and even close to the richest in the country. Twenty million dollars is just chicken change to him. I want four hundred million.”

I explain. Garret frowns and shakes his head. “It’s always the perfect families…” he says softly. As if she spoke from experience. “Rich people hide behind their money and riches. It’s behind closed doors. That’s where all the secrets lay.” I say. He nods. “Always. Remember I’m from the Vanderbilts. My uncle and aunt have a tone of skeletons in that closet…” he shrugs his shoulders. Speaking to someone who understands is refreshing. ========= One week later

her smile becomes chilling cold. The intense exchange of snide words was only interrupted when an entourage entered. Guests turn in the direction where Arman Varce politely meets the newly arrived intimidating guests. The hushed conversation follows as every guest seemed to be interested in the newcomers. "He is the richest man in the world" "His fortune will multiply to hundredfold with the recent partnership of his company to Petrov Petroleum. It's the biggest petroleum company in the world" "How would he spend all those money?" "I heard he already got married, but I don't know to whom. He has been manipulating the media to hide his wife"

I was expecting her to be the first to accuse me or confront me for stealing her man. Did you steal her man? My subconscious asks me. Sitting right here and waiting impatiently for the results, I catch a glimpse of Zayden's hand shaking. The man begins to call the names of the top 10 richest men in New York up to the fifth. The tension in the hall intensified. Zayden closes his eyes and mutters an inaudible word. "The fifth best is Richard Monteiro", the man announces sharply. Zayden opens his eyes sharply to search for someone. I see a man stand up from a seat nearby and Zayden glares at him coldly.

Despite being praised and complimented by everyone she met, Celena remained humble and kept reassuring everyone that she would continue working hard and not disappoint her grandfather. Meanwhile, the five chairmen stepped out of the building and approached a man who was standing by the side of the pavement, smoking a cigarette. All of them had looks of awe and admiration on their faces because there was another man standing right next to the first one, staring at him with respect. This second man was none other than Kolten Reath, the richest man in the entire Drunham City. Yet, the richest man in Drunham City was at the beck and call of this mysterious man whom they had never met before. Des

I’d been waiting outside my house for about five minutes in a simple beige dress nothing fancy or date-like. “You clean up pretty nice yourself,” I teased, and he laughed. He held out his hand. I hesitated for a second, then took it. He pressed a kiss to my knuckles, and I told myself it was just the usual polite Italian greeting. “Let’s go,” he said, guiding me to the car. “Where are we headed?” I asked. “A nice place,” he replied with a grin, offering nothing more. By “nice,” he meant ridiculously expensive. If he told me his bathtub was made of diamonds, I’d probably believe him. Derek loved showing off his wealth.

“Three outlets already. By nine it will be everywhere.” “Send it,” he said. He was already reaching for his personal phone. The email arrived before he finished the sentence. He opened it and read the headline first. “Billionaire Hiding Pregnant Mistress: Inside The Christopher Estate’s Best Kept Secret.” He looked at the photograph. He looked at it for a long time.

"You've got secrets, too. You can't just walk into someone's life and act like you don't have a past." Jesse raised a brow, intrigued by her sudden shift. "What makes you think I'm hiding anything?" Tina crossed her arms, her voice sharp. "Because people like you don't just show up out of nowhere. You're too polished to put it together. It doesn't add up." Jesse chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "You've got me all figured out, huh?" "I'm working on it," she shot back, her eyes narrowing. He leaned closer, his voice lowering slightly. "You'll have to dig deeper if you want to know what makes me tick."

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.